The girl finally got her tears under control enough to answer him. ‘Not really. Mama’s gonna spank me ‘cuz I got my clothes dirty and messed up ...my hair AND I gots a big ole hole in my good pants. I didn’t mean to. I was just playing and next thing I know… My good clothes is dirty.’ Matteo felt bad. He didn’t want the pretty girl to get a spanking. Maybe he could help. He could sneak her some of his clothes. Or his sisters! He was gonna help this girl. He just didn’t wanna see her crying. At least, the father. He was a grumpy, self-centred oaf, convinced that he knew everything he needed to know. His attitude to school follows on from that. He regards schooling as a necessary evil. Society insists that he send his children to school, but that does not mean he has to like it. Peggy was in the position that her father and mother – I gather she is in accord with him – expected little from school, and did nothing to encourage studying. Peggy merely did what they expected of her. To. I can’t believe I’m actually leaving this place. Finally. Tip toe across the kitchen floor. Leather soles for the win, no sound at all as I pad on the cheap wood imitation linoleum. I am so never having cheap wood imitation linoleum in my home. The lock is the most likely to be noisy. It’s one of those big ass locks that turn abruptly whether you unlock slowly or not. Still, I turn the handle slowly. Sharp clunk. I listen for noises in my bedroom, nothing. Emily is way over in the living room,. I contemplated not wearing panties but the skirt was so short and see through I thought I better. I picked out a pair of string panties that was all butt floss and a patch. I looked hot or something of a call girl. Oh well Luke would like my outfit. I left, getting wetter between my legs. I stopped at a burger joint on the way. When I walked through the door all eyes were on me. I ordered a burger and a beer. I went to an empty booth I sat not really paying too much attention, my skirt road.